We're trapped with a Demon

Chapter 3: New family

Erin

  My sister was clueless about my father, yet she still boasts that her father is "superior". What a peice of sh- no, she far more worse than that. She basically a spoiled brat that is also a dumb, useless b*tch and a waste of time and..and EVERYTHING!!!

I am not overreacting, living with her was truly hell. Saying that as a inter is somethin' right? Even if he isn't living with me, my father is no exception, I hate him. My father is Howell Gran Newton, the second heir of the Yi family of his mother side. I've heard from rumors that he was gifted, intelligent and talented. I always wondered if he was an interfectorem too.

   Unfortunately, those were the only information I know from him, not enough to find him and f*ck him with a chainsaw but still I  have a feeling that I could meet him in the future......

   "ERIN ALIOTH NEWTON!! WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU!!!!"

Dammit, speaking of the literal devil. She's here....and..she found me..

"My homework and clothes do nothing for themselves..are you dumb!? DO SOMETHING!! she ordered me.

"I'm not doing those chores of yours, I have no reason to."

"W-what? Umm I mean..HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!!"

By this point her voice was heard throughout the whole cafeteria, and nearly peircing my ears.

I looked back to my book, not having eye contact with anyone. I know what's going to happen, I just got a glimpse of it. She took my book and threw it to the opposite side from where we were. "YOU LITTLE BITC-" my sister froze and turned as white as snow.

Ahh..what a wonderful sight to see- my sister truly terrorized by a pat on the shoulder by our one and only, Jonathan Nixon Ranchester.

"What do you think you're doing Katrina Jhonson? He isn't you're servant, to be blunt, he has nothing to do with you." He glared at my sister, that glare was so dreadful that my sister had to back away and leave the cafeteria.

"Thanks..." I said.

"Nixon, my name is Nixon."

"I know, we met before. You always clean up my 'sister's' messes."

"Umm..yeah, I just do.. that. By the way your name is Erin right?"

I didn't answer him, I want to get straight to the point. I just looked at the f*ckers smiling face, dead in the eye.

Mentioning this might be weird but his face is somewhat attracting. Brown eyes and hair similar my sister's, a symmetrical face too. His hair had bangs covering almost all of his eyes, his body wasn't really frail nor bulky, he was in between. Then I asked...

"Do you like my sister?"

"Uhmm...not to be rude..but no I don't like her that way."

"Rude? How? It's normal to not care about such a spoilt person like her, and yet you're still here. Nixon, she's just a waste of time."

"Don't say that, she maybe act a bit bossy and loud but both of you are from the same womb- "Then tell me how those that connect to you? You are not my brother."

I couldn't let him finish his sentence. I stood up, with my head the same length as his chin and clenched my fist dragging his shirt, staring deadly to his eyes and said

"Cut the crap Nixon."

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Raine
     
Thanks to the tour, I easily found the room where I was assigned to. Room 903, (yes, the orphanage was that enormous to have such a room number).
I stood on front of the door. A familiar smell entered my nose. They're here. Can't I have a decent day? Jesus....